Flying slowly in the sky that day, Zhang Ye suddenly sensed a trace of grief from below.

I don't know what's going on, this resentment that even Ziyi feels very vague, but Zhang Ye senses it more clearly, and in addition, Zhang Ye feels that the breath seems to be a little familiar.

With a move in his heart, Zhang Ye put Miss Bao into the gourd, hid the aura around her, and dropped a little, but she still hid in the gray clouds and carefully observed below.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I saw a total of five people in the white snow below, looking for something in a hurry. In addition, it is not clear what sect those people are, and the clothes they wear are rotten and messy, and they are different.

However, the outfits of these people are not difficult to identify as loose cultivators, and the expressions and breath of these people make Zhang Ye think of the jade machine he used to be.

"Strange, what are they looking for? There is no blood, no one is besieged, where does this faint grief come from?" Ziyi also muttered in the sea of knowledge.

Zhang Ye was not in a hurry, and continued to fly lower, hiding his breath to observe.

This time, the sense was clearer, and I only felt that these people were searching for something, and they jointly cast a true force net, as if they had netted the ice and snow within a radius of several miles. Continue to search in frustration.

Immediately, one of the impatient cultivators began to wave their hands around and bomb indiscriminately, roaring: "Come out, damn thing, you come out for Lao Tzu, you are already besieged, do you still want to hide?"

Boom, boom, boom - snow and ice were blown everywhere.

Still didn't see anything appear, but Zhang Ye felt that the previous breath was even more complaining, and he was still very scared.

Zhang Ye sensed a state of mind: worried, crying, afraid, begging for mercy, cowardly.

In short, there is a kind of helplessness and a breath of asking for help, which permeates the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, even Ziyi couldn't help but be moved: "Good guy, what's it, emotions and thoughts are so rich, even human beings don't have this kind of emotion." ”

Zhang Ye's eyes couldn't help but light up, after Ziyi said this, it reminded Zhang Ye of the original battle dragon Xiaotian, when the Eight Treasure Gourd was about to mature, he dropped the gourd and hid underground, at that time, Zhang Ye also vaguely sensed that the Eight Treasure Gourd seemed to have this kind of aura.

"I see, they're not looking for someone, they're looking for a genius treasure. Zhang Ye said in the sea of knowledge.

"Makes sense. Ziyi suddenly looked very interested and said, "Okay, go down and kill these people and rob the treasure." ”

"You ......" Zhang Ye was really angry with her. Too lazy to pay attention to her.

Without waiting for the contradictory combination of Ziyi and Zhang Ye to quarrel, I saw that between the snow below, it was bombarded indiscriminately by five people, and after slowly shrinking the Zhenli net, a young snow lotus appeared on the snow.

"Hahaha, I found it, little bastard, I'll see you run away again!

A hideous-looking bald head rushed over, pulled the young flower on the snow, and pulled it up.

"Wow!"

The cry of a little boy.

The snow lotus that was pulled out suddenly turned into humanity, and cried sadly: "Don't kill me, I don't have a mother, I don't even have a name, don't kill me!

At this time, the form changed to the bald head, pulling the hair of a two-year-old boy.

At that moment, the other four people suddenly gathered around, exhaled a long breath and said, "I finally caught it, what should I do?"

The bald head looked like a lone monk, with a string of weird skulls hanging around his neck, and he pulled the little boy's hair and said, "Of course it's killing alchemy, this guy has turned into a human being, and he is already an eight-grade medicine spirit." It's easy to shut up, and you can't raise a family. ”

One of them said, "I heard that the eight-grade medicine spirit will lay seven kinds of seeds like laying eggs, and it is not a pity to kill them?"

The bald head said: "That's what I said, but this medicine spirit is still young and can't lay seeds, so we must wait for him to grow up." This time is too long, and there are too many variables. I'd suggest kill them anyway, and then we'll split them evenly. ”

There is another scattered cultivator: "I heard that all those who can transform into medicine spirits have absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for more than hundreds of years, which is equivalent to cultivating for hundreds of years. Once transformed, he is already an adult, but how can this guy be so small?"

The bald head, with a string of skulls around his neck, seemed to be the most knowledgeable of the several people, and said: "I don't know why this is happening, but if he really comes of age, we can't easily catch him." I guess that this situation means that this guy has been an eight-rank since he was born. ”

Above the clouds, Ziyi said in the sea of knowledge: "Quick, don't hesitate, these are loose cultivators, no one is worried about anyone, if you want to share the spoils, they will kill the medicine spirit." ”

After discussing for a long time, several people still did not reach an agreement, and the little child who was pulled by the hair was still helpless and cried: "Don't kill me, I'm still young." ”

Snoring - At this time, a light flickered in the sky, and Zhang Ye had already fallen on the snow.

"A few fellow Daoists, don't be busy. When he saw a few scattered cultivators looking like they were facing a great enemy, Zhang Ye said.

These five scattered cultivators glanced at each other, sensing that Zhang Ye was only distinguishing the sixth-layer realm of the gods, and suddenly relaxed a lot, although they relaxed, they still surrounded Zhang Ye in the core, vigilant.

"Boy, where did you come from, and what do you want to say?" said the bald man with a skull around his neck.

Zhang Yeyi pointed to the little boy in his hand and said, "I heard that a few people have uneven account sharing, and I think it's inappropriate to want to kill this medicine spirit." Why don't you make a few people and sell me this thing. In this way, everyone takes what they need, and several people will not have to worry about dividing the account. ”

That sounds like a good idea.

Because even if the medicine spirit is killed and turned into a rare eight-grade medicinal material, these people can only sell it to share the account, looking at the appearance of these guys, it is impossible to have a good Dan furnace, and it is impossible to have a formula and other medicinal materials to be able to refine the eight-grade divine pill.

"How can you afford to buy it, can you afford to buy eight-grade medicinal herbs?" one of them, who was draped in hair, looked at Zhang Ye coldly.

"Everything in heaven and earth, everything has a price. Just make an offer, if I can't afford it, I'll leave immediately, and don't bother a few people. Zhang Ye said.

The bald monk rolled his eyes and shouted: "The eight-grade medicinal materials are not trivial, the price of this seat is eight million, can you afford it, a stinky boy?"

Suddenly, Zhang Ye shook his cloak, and from the eight treasure gourds, he threw out eight Spirit Emperor Danjing with a denomination of 10,000 and stuck them on the bald head's skull, "Look at your little interest, do you only dare to offer eight million, take it!"

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The five scattered cultivators were shocked at just one glance, those crystal cards were easy to identify, they were the crystal cards issued by the Rejuvenation Gate, they could be freely exchanged anywhere, and there was no handling fee.

At the same time, because Zhang Ye's cloak was shaken off, the eyes of the five people fell on the eight treasure gourd on Zhang Ye's waist at the same time, full of greed.

Snoring - the cloak fell, covering the gourd again.

Zhang Ye took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said, "The money has been paid, bring it." ”

"Woo~"

The little boy who was always crying looked at Zhang Ye at this time, although he was still very worried, but at best, this Zhang Ye had no intention of killing him.